uneasy about talking to her, but she had made the point that he could help her be sure that what she had to say in the book was accurate.
He seated her on the sofa and took a chair opposite, while Joan brought in a bottle of mineral water and two glasses. He certainly wasn’t going to drink while talking to her.
“Lunch will be ready in a few minutes,” Joan said.
Stone had also forgotten that their appointment was for lunch. “How can I help you?” he asked.
“To begin with, I’d like to run through some chronology,” Kelli replied, “to get events in their proper order.”
“All right.”
“You met Arrington when?”
“Oh, many years ago, at a cocktail party. Her first words on being introduced to me were ‘We must never marry.’”
Kelli laughed. “Oh, yes, ‘Arrington Barrington.’ How did you ever resolve that point?”
“We ran through the options, and it seemed to her that ‘Arrington Carter Barrington’ worked, separating the two names just enough. This was after she had accepted my proposal.”
“Why did it take you so long to marry?”
“Pretty simple-she married someone else.”
“And how did that happen?”
“It was winter. We had planned a vacation bareboating in the Caribbean, on the island of St. Marks. We were to meet at the airport. I arrived first, it had begun to snow, and I was concerned that she might have trouble getting there. Finally, she called and said that the New Yorker had asked her to write a profile of the movie star Vance Calder, and that she had to meet with him, since he was returning to L.A. the following day. She promised to get a flight to St. Marks the next day.
“I went ahead to the island, but my flight was the last one out before they closed the airport. Turns out, Arrington was snowed in in New York for several days, and so was Vance Calder. We were communicating by fax, this being before e-mail was prevalent and before St. Marks got good cellular service, and after a few days, I got a fax saying that she was going back to L.A. with Vance, and that it was over between us.”
“Pity.”
“Yes, I had bought a ring and was going to pop the question.”
“Oh, dear.”
“Well, yes. Took me a while to get over that.”
“And by that time, Arrington was pregnant?”
Stone froze; she had boxed him in, and this was a question he did not want to address. “It happens to married people.”
“It also happens to unmarried people,” Kelli said, “and to people who have not yet decided to marry.”
“Yes, of course.”
“And it happened to you and Arrington.” It wasn’t a question.
“We had been living together.”
“So how did she know whose son she was carrying?”
“She didn’t,” Stone replied. “I think it was many years later that it became clear to her, when the child was growing up.”
“No paternity test?”
“Not until much later, and that was nearly by accident.”
“And when did she tell you?”
“After Vance’s death. She felt she owed it to him to maintain the status quo while he was alive, and she did.”
“So why didn’t you marry immediately after his death?”
“By this time we had very different lives, on opposite coasts, and they seemed incompatible. Then she decided to take Peter back to Virginia, her home state, and build a house there. I invited them both to come to New York for Christmas, and after that, things developed very quickly. Peter and I got along immediately, and he quickly guessed that I was his father. There’s a photograph of my father in my study, and Peter resembles him closely. When he saw it-that was all he needed. I had promised Arrington I wouldn’t tell him without her approval, and I didn’t. But Peter is a very bright young man.”
“I saw that in him when we met in Virginia,” Kelli said. She had come down for the housewarming of Arrington’s new house with her boyfriend, James Rutledge, who was photographing the place for Architectural Digest.
Joan came into the room. “Lunch is served in the kitchen,” she said.
Stone led Kelli from his office through the exercise room to the kitchen, where his housekeeper, Helene, had laid the table for two, and he seated his guest.
Stone poured them glasses of Chardonnay, and they dug into a seafood risotto.
“May we talk about money for a minute?” she asked.
Stone sighed. “Must we?”
“I don’t want details, just an overview. Vance Calder was very rich, wasn’t he?”
“Vance, who was much older than Arrington but looked wonderful, had had a fifty-year career in Hollywood, and he was, financially, very astute. From his first film he waived salary in favor of a percentage of the gross receipts of his films, and he invested in Centurion stock. Sometimes, when the studio was having cash flow problems, he took stock in lieu of his percentage. Over the years, he became the largest single stockholder in Centurion Studios, and he also invested in California real estate, which brought him handsome returns.”
“I’ve heard that his estate was worth something in the region of two billion dollars?”
“You said you didn’t want details.”
“Sorry. It was during those years that Vance acquired the land in Bel-Air where the new hotel is being built?”
“Yes. First, he bought an old house there and redid it, then, as his neighbors aged or just moved, he acquired adjoining properties.”
“So Arrington inherited Vance’s estate, and you inherited Arrington’s estate? Thus avoiding inheritance taxes in both cases?”
“I made it clear to Arrington that I was uninterested in her money,” Stone said. “In fact, I declined to participate in any of her decisions about her bequests. She worked with another attorney to draw up her will, and I was given a sealed copy, which was not opened until after her death. She left the great bulk of her estate to Peter, in trust, and a lesser share to me. Arrington died in a year during which, due to some congressional anomaly, estate taxes were suspended. I have made it a rule not to spend any of her money on myself, and I have willed my estate to Peter in its entirety, except for a few bequests.”
“That’s abstemious of you.”
“I have funds of my own that are sufficient to my needs.”
“And now The Arrington is about to open. Did you name it that?”
“Arrington had thought of calling it Casa Calder, after Vance, but after her death, the new name was suggested to me, and it seemed to fit. I understand you’re covering the grand opening for Vanity Fair?”
“Yes, I’ll be there with a team of photographers. It will be well covered.”
“Centurion is doing a lot of filming, too. It should all be very exciting.”
“You don’t really sound very excited about it,” Kelli said.
“I have mixed emotions,” Stone said, “and I expect they will remain mixed.”
“Stone, do you feel any guilt about your inheritance from Arrington?”
Stone shrugged. “I didn’t do anything to deserve it.”
“From what I’ve learned during my research, you did very well by Arrington after Vance’s death: after you became her attorney, you helped her save Centurion from a rapacious property developer. You and your law firm took over her affairs and increased her wealth, and you saved her millions on the purchase of the Virginia land where she built her house. Surely it was natural of her to want to leave you a part of her estate, even if you hadn’t married, and as her husband, there was nothing out of the ordinary about inheriting from her.”
Stone shrugged again. “That’s all very logical, and I suppose it should make me feel better about it,
